Ask Combat King

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* The louds footsteps of the King echo through the hall, using his hammer as a cane, his metallic arm holding onto it with a tight grip. Passing by, multiple dummies, all glancing up at the king then returning to their normal activities, well, atleast that was until everyone's glance was stolen by a pie flying, hitting the king in the face. * He instinctively closes his eyes, the pie the size of a person's face was merely the size of his cheek. He opens his eye, his constant frown's size shrinking, as he lifts up his hand, taking the pie off his face and using the cast to take rests off his cheek. * The rooms screams with silence, few having their glance towards the person, but many keeping their stare onto the king for what he does next. His stare locked onto the pie, his eyebrows furrowing, as he then proceeds to. . . Take a bite off the pie. > ´´. . .Is it Cherry? It has a sweet taste to it. Maybe some other sweet, Apple pie?´´ * He looks at the anon, raising his eyebrows and blinking twice, he hums for a bit, closing his eyes and taking a moment to process. Before opening his eyes, glancing to the side at a random dummy. Who's eyes widden as the King's glare meets him. > ´´I am not good with testing tastes. Here, try it yourself and tell me what it is.´´ * He then proceeds to throw the pie at the dummy's face. A fellow holding a snicker before bursting out laughing at the situation, the pied dummy takes the pie off his face, throwing at the one who laughed at him. * The king gives a chuckle. Giving a large smile, shining alongside his beard, shouting out loud for the whole hall to heed. > ´´The one with the most people pied doesn't have to clean the mess!´´ * After a clean moment of silence, the pie flies once more, and again, and again, all out war erupting within the halls, the pie flying from and to, splashing against the walls and into the faces of the dummies there. Until it eventually lands back onto the Anon's face. * The king continues his march through the hall, passing by the anon and briefly placing his hand onto the anon's head, patting it twice before letting go. Moving on from the halls of war, the pie getting plucked from the Anon's face by a dummy, who proceeds to throw it at another.

[LOCATION: Main Hall] * The king roams through the halls, grabbing onto his golden gauntlet and ripping it off to remain his. . . Well. . . What's left of his actual arm. Nothing more then just a stub. * He slings the gauntlet over his shoulder, glancing down at the anon then at the ceiling, lifting one of his eyebrows and smiling > ´´I've tried speaking some other languages but haven't quite gotten it right. Be happy to learn it some day, maybe that green old plumber could help me with it.`` * He chuckles, continuing his way down the hall.

[LOCATION: Main Weaponry] * He grabs the gramophone, slowly lifting it with his palm and giving a chuckle, placing the Disk Case under his armpits. He glances over at the anon, giving a soft small smile. > ´´I know right. They sure are their own smiles in their own ways. Although, I can't force one to hug you. But of course, You can ask them! I am sure one of these teddy bears are willing to do it.´´ * He starts marching over at the hallway, scooping up the lil' head pet from off the floor and bringing him up, giving it a bit of air time before catching it in the air. It squeaks in glee, as he chuckles at its reaction.

[LOCATION: Main Weaponry] * He wanders over to the gramophone, placing his finger on the center of the disc and slowly scooping it up not to damage it, slowly sliding it back into its case. * He looks back at the gramophone and- Is that his head? - I was already assuming that was a threat, I was going to pull out my hammer but then the little slime started moving and blabbing on. * He glances over at the anon, then back at the at the little slime thing, he gives an awkward, but amused smile, his eyebrows raising as he picks the thing up from the Gramophone. > ´´Its just like a mini me, it even has the horn stubs!´´ * He laughs, squishing the little thing's cheeks, it giving a EwE back at him. Awwww. > ´´I'd say its fun size!´´

[LOCATION: Main Weaponry] * He spins up the mop, placing it against the mop and looking back at the cleaned up hall. He gives a proud laugh, looking over the weaponry and oversized cutlery, shiny as his own smile. - Devs, I love my Job. * He glances over at the anon, his smile lowering, his eyebrow rising followed by squinted eyes. He places his hand behind his neck, scratching it and closing his eyes, giving a chuckle. > ´´You mean the Dragon Eyes? Never seen much talk of the myth and legend, and honestly, its really just stories. One guy wielding the red pistol, killing all in the field in a single bullet? Give me a break!´´

[LOCATION: Main Weaponry] * The sound of the disc from the gramophone fades, as the few thuds of a new disc being placed, and simply as that, the whistle of a new melody feels the air. As the song and the King scream > ´´THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT'S LIFE!´´ * He places the mop in front of him, making a path of water he promptly slides across, leaning down to swoop the anon off the floor, hugging them and then bringing them up to his shoulder and patting them, giving a chuckle. > ´´And that's all the people say!´´ * He slows himself down with the mop, throwing down a line of water onto the ground and cleaning after it. > ´´You're running high in April! And get SHOT down in May!´´

[LOCATION: Main Weaponry] * He slides the mop on the wall like the madman he is, cleaning out the water and soap and managing to make it work by making those walls squeaky clean! - Cleaning is more a hobby for me honestly. Seen the older dummies do it so much with closed off faces back in my day and it felt so... Weird. Like CMON, LOOK AT ME GO! * The king lands the mop on the ground, leaning in and giving a pet onto the anon's head, giving a hearty laugh before grabbing the chocolate crate and opening it with a finger, the lid flying upon the air as he leans on the mop, putting the chocolates over his head and basically drinking the sweets > ´´Hmmph! Wow such beautiful gifts, O' the owes of being king! Am I right?´´ * He chuckles, leaning in and giving a wink to the anon. > ´´Thanks very much, O' well intentioned citizen. If you want a job as a cook here, just call me.´´ * He laughs once more, sliding back and spinning his mop mid-air, going back onto his cleaning spree.

[LOCATION: Main Weaponry] * The king gives as spin, sliding across the floor with the mop still touching the ground, making circles upon circles. He gives a flare back, giving a laugh as he walks back and leans onto the wall, spinning the mop in one hand. > ´´Sweet food? Yes of course! I myself love some tea with biscuits, especially the bitter teas. It just gives a flavor so nice.´´ > ´´Oh, such charm!´´ * He steps forward, placing the mop upon the floor and swinging it forward, sending the water flying outwards onto the room, hitting the wall with soaps and bubbles. - Chore, huh? People call this a CHORE?

[LOCATION: Main Armory] I. . . Don't want to set the world on fire. * The song fills the armory, the melody fusing with a whistle singing along with it. There is the King, royalty doing peasant's work, cleaning the castle. * With a gigantic mop, the ground is covered with water and soap, the ground which was usually covered with ash now stained with glow. Perfectly clean, just like the king's voice. - I never was really the one to sing but, I mean its something good to do from time to time. I thought of singing classes but didn't really pursue it before entering the Combat Military. Not like there were any in this place anyway. > ´´Feeling more alive then ever!´´ * He gives a proud and loud laughter, moving the mop through the ground and leaving the dust begging for their lives. His cape has some of the soap attached to it, but he doesn't seem to mind. * He rises the mop from the ground, using it as a microphone stand to sing along to the sound playing, his movements quick and excited. > ´´I've lost all ambition! All worldly claim!´´ > ´´I just wanna be the one you looooooooovvvveeeeeeee!! HA HA HA HA!´´

> ``No. Not you, not anyone can. Never going to happen.``

> ´´What the hell even is Homosexuality?!´´

He screeches out, his eyes sharpening as soon as his foot makes contact with the ground.

-> He threatens to nobody. Unsure of his own statement.

-> ``Come down here and fight me like a True Warrior!``